The door suddenly swung open and I hastily sat up as I watched a grim-faced Killian walk in. Oh god, what happened? According to Ian, they had my sister and no harm had come to her during the capture.
“Hey,” I said weakly from the bed.
“Hey,” Killian said, quickly stripping off his clothes and heading to the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and couldn’t help but to follow him into the bathroom.
I leaned against the sink, watching him soap his strong body through the frosted glass as I leaned against the sink. I got lost watching those hands travel across muscle and sinew, sliding under his arms and between his legs. I wish I’d brought my phone in here, my eyes devouring the body I’d love unfettered permission to position and photograph as I mentally snapped picture after picture.
“You in here for a reason, Willa, or just enjoying the show?” he asked, jerking me out of my stupor. I had been enjoying the show and was tempted to hop in the shower with him, but I could hear the exhaustion in his voice.
“Both?” I answered.
He snorted but started washing his hair. “Heard you spent the evening with Ian.”
I stared at him through the glass, trying to see if that bothered him. “Yeah, he’s nicer than I thought.” A sneaky smile crossed my lip. “And a real piece of eye candy, with all those tattoos.”
Even though I could see him through the glass, he slid open the door and pinned me with the full extent of his green-eyed glower.
“What?” I asked innocently.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him, giving me a wet slap on the ass that had me squealing.
“Ow, what was that for?” I asked as I rubbed my ass, knowing exactly what it was for.
“Being a brat,” he grumbled.
“I was kidding!” I replied, unable to look away from his hard body as soap slid down the ridges of his sculpted abs into the dark nest of hair between his legs. My eyes widened as they landed on his cock. Even half hard, it was intimidating.
“You better be,” he grunted. A slow smirk flitted across his mouth as he followed my gaze. “You want to join me, Willa?” he asked in a low voice, his hand moving from his chest to his now fully hardened dick.
I shook my head and cleared my throat, remembering my reason for following him in here in the first place, which wasn’t jumping his naked, hot body. Though now that I was here…I shook my head. Focus, Willa. “Uh, what happened with Lily?”
He shrugged, his seductive expression dropping away, and closed the shower door. He rinsed the soap out of his hair and shut the shower off. I handed him a towel and he briskly dried himself. “We got her,” he said and started rubbing his hair dry.
“That’s it?”
He brushed his teeth, tormenting me with this small, hygienic act as I writhed in impatience. He rinsed his mouth and spit. “Yep.”
I stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate, but he walked into the bedroom and grabbed his phone, tapping madly, doing god knew what as I stomped to the bed.
“Are you going to tell me anything more?”
Killian sighed. “There really isn’t much to say, Willa. We found her on the boat, she definitely wasn’t expecting us, and we brought her in without much fuss.”
“Did she say anything?”
I snorted. “What do you think?”
I knew her. She was difficult by nature, probably doubly so in a situation like this. “No?”
“That’s right.”
“Is…Is Cullen with her now?” I asked fearfully. I knew she deserved everything she was getting right now, but I still cringed thinking of her in Cullen’s hands.
“No, we’re letting her sit for a few hours so we can get some fucking sleep. I have a feeling we’re going to have to be at full capacity to deal with her.”
I blew out a relieved breath. I was happy knowing she wasn’t being tortured while I slept peacefully down the hall. I took a long look at Killian as he continued to type into his phone. He seemed a little distant since returning. Had Cullen gotten into his head? Did he consider me tainted after meeting Lily?
I climbed under the covers, needing the contact to reassure myself. “Are you mad at me?” I asked, feeling so dumb and vulnerable.